"Oh love", the sweet lulling voice of gentle Mother.

Her lullaby warms even the mountains and rivers.

Mother’s love is beautiful and pure.

With fragrant hands, she opens thousands of history pages.

O Mother, O Mother Vietnam.

Your love’s in a thousand melodies of lullabies.

You teach your children to be just and compassionate,

to remember their roots and heroic ancestry.

Vietnam’s like a sad river branch with many twists and turns;

The moon dimmed, the water murky, the poor people, the bloodsheds…

Now, Mother’s voice is low, deep and sad.

The two abysmal dark regions, a single source of suffering.

Gentle Mother with shining virtue like a mirror.

Her Flower of Compassion grows in her children’s garden.

Mother sings a wonderful lullaby.

Mother sings a lullaby of Love of Flowers and People…

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